spoiled chinese girl

Yea. I got Badur to e-mail my pretend moblog pics to me since my phone will connect on his computer but not mine *shrug??*. And I've updated my blog & “moblog”. Anyways, he yelled at me for doing the dishes Sunday night after we ate the on-sale icecream cake for an appetizer, then again for dinner. But what can I say, I like seeing a dishrack that's neat & tidy. To the point that I'll shift dishes around for the sole purpose of doing them so they pile nicely. The only downfall was there wern't any of the regular bowls that would have gone inbetween the big dinner plates, and the little plates. C'est la vie.

Yes. It's my first day of unemployment. It's not 10:30 am yet. I'm going f***ing STIR CRAZY. My to-do list includes applying for EI, sorting & doing my laundry, cleaning my room, cleaning my office, cleaning my car, and whoring one band and one unicyclist on MySpace.

So far I've applied for EI (although I still need to drop off my ROE at the office somewhere…) my second load of laundry is being done, I've actually dyed my hair as well since that's been lacking due to no time when I was working, I've majorly cleaned off my desk by putting shit into a drawer or garbage can, I've started hanging up my hangey-up clothes, I'm going to fold all my t-shirts and put them back in my folded-shirt-thingie, I'm trashing out my bathroom as well & removing all recycliable empty bottles that lurk… I made myself a breakfast smoothie of 3 strawberries, half a banana, orange juice and ice, I took all the dirty dishes downstairs that were in my room, I weighed myself and now I'm typing an entry. My plan is to finish my laundry, do the dishes, put away all my clothes that are in my room, clean said room, throw out all the trash that is… everywhere, then figure out what to do for lunch. I also need to get gas for my car, and do that drop-off-of-ROE thingie too, I wish I could ride my bike there (and I technically should, it's a f***ing awsome day outside) but my bike consists of a seat made of plastic and probably flat-tires, and it isn't a fixie.

I'm super excited that I heard my jewelry for my ear is finally on the to-do list. I know if I'm COMPLETELY bored out of my skull I'll always have bottles that need filling and labeling. I may be starting a killer (semi-pun intended) new hobby super soon with some great guys and now I finally have time to update all my websites, and create new ones. Including a blog I'd been meaning to start up for the past year or so that I think I can finally start now & make a proper go of.

Brandon said it best. I'm the busiest unemployed person I know.

P.S. I noticed just now, that nowhere in any of that includes “look for new job.” Maybe I should pencil that in somewhere.

I was fired 2 days earlier than I expected. i.e. Today.

Yea I'm about 99.9% sure I'm getting fired this Tuesday. If I wasn't about to lose my job I would bet money on it, but since I need to squeeze every penny I shouldn't even though it's like shooting fish in a barrel. Sad part is one of my friends just sent me an e-mail asking if I wanted to run a printing shop, like be like complete boss of it. Amazing opportunity, that I'm going to turn down because I have absolutely zero confidence in myself.

I'm totally going to kick myself for this decision, I know it. I asked if they might be interested in just hiring someone in general, and not hiring like a manager/boss person. I wouldn't mind just working there for say, six months to a year, then taking it over because by then I would know the current clients and how to get new ones for that type of busienss. But I can't just jump in blindfolded, it's not my style. We'll see what happens.

Tomorrow I print loads of copies of my resume at work (why not, right?) then to the Carnival Diablo show to see Filipe hurt himself for our amusement. And I have a date. Sweet.

I think I'm getting fired. Soon. Really, really soon.

I may have the only head start of anyone who's ever “left.”
My company is pretty popular with the practice of letting people go without warning.

I'm not ready to transition into something else quite yet and I think I'm going to go crazy.

What's worse is I don't know where the disk went with the last copy of my resume.

I still want to curl up somewhere & cry, but I don't know if I'll have time to anymore.